Over hearing conversations
To the likes of
"Do you think I should text him"
And waitresses like chickens without heads
In a 12 table establishment
My eggs are runny I find
I've grown quite fond of
Slurping up their insides
This scene is unappealing
So it's time for me to leave
Snow slushes beneath my feet
Winter gets the best of me
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
Over hearing conversations
To the likes of
"Do you think I should text him"
And waitresses like chickens without heads
In a 12 table establishment
My eggs are runny I find
I've grown quite fond of
Slurping up their insides
This scene is unappealing
So it's time for me to leave
Snow slushes beneath my feet
Winter gets the best of me
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